Ay, thou poor Ghost, while Memory holds a feat
In this distracted Globe; remember thee?
Yea, from the Table of my Memory,
I'll wipe away all trivial fond Records,
All faws of Books, all Forms, all pressures past,
That youth and observation copied there;
And thy Commandment all alone shall live
Within the Book and Volume of my Brain,
Unmixt with baser Matter. Yes, yes, by Heav'n:
Oh most pernicious Woman !

Oh Villain, Villain, smiling damned Villain!
My Tables, my Tables ---- meet it is I fet it down,
That one may fsmile, and smile, and be a Villain;
At least I'm sure it may be so in Denmark.
So Uncle, there you are; now to my word;
It is; adieu, adieu, remember me: I have sworn't.

Hor. & Mar. within, My Lord, my Lord.
Enter Horatio and Marcellus,

Mar. Lord Hamlet.

Hor. Heav'n secure him.

Mar. So be it.

Hor, Illo, ho, ho, my Lord.

Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy; come bird, come,

Mar. How is't, my Noble Lord ?

Hor. What News, my Lord?

Ham. Oh wonderful !

Hor. Good my Lord, tell it.

[Writing

Ham. No, you'll reveal it.

Hor. Not I, my Lord, by Heav'n.

Mar. Nor I, my Lord.

Ham. How say you then, would Heart of Man once

But you'll be secret ?

[think it?

Both. Ay, by Heav'n, my Lord.

Ham. There's ne'er a Villain dwelling in all Denmark,

But he's an arrant Knave.

[Grave

Hor. There needs no Ghost, my Lord, come from the

To tell us this.

Ham. Why, right, you are in the right;

And fo without more Circumstance at all,

I hold it fit that we shake Hands, and part;

You as your Business and Defires shall point you,

For every Man has Business and Defire,

Such

Such as it is; and for mine own poor part,

Look you, I'll go pray.

Hor. These are but wild and hurling Words, my Lord, Ham. I'm sorry they offended you, heartily;

Yes Faith, heartily.

Hor. There's no Offence, my Lord.

Ham. Yes, by St. Patrick, but there is my Lord,
And much Offence too. Touching this Vision here ---
It is an honest Ghost, that let me tell you :
For your defire to know what is between us,
O'er-master't as you may. And now, good Friends,
As you are Friends, Scholars, and Soldiers,
Give me one poor request.

Hor. What is't, my Lord? we will.

Ham. Never make known what you have seen to Night.

Both. My Lord, we will not.

Ham. Nay, but swear't.

Hor. In faith, my Lord, not I.

Mar. Nor I, my Lord, in faith,

Ham. Upon my Sword.

Mar. We have sworn, my Lord, already.

Ham. Indeed, upon my Sword, indeed.

Ghoft. Swear.

[Ghost cries under the Stage.

Ham. Ah, ha Boy, say'st thou so? Art thou there truepenny ? Come on, you hear this Fellow in the Celleridge. Confent to swear.

Hor. Propose my Oath, my Lord.

Ham. Never to speak of this that you have seen,

Swear by my Sword.

Ghost. Swear.

Ham. Hic & ubique? Then we'll shift for ground, Come hither Gentlemen.

And lay your Hands again upon my Sword.

Never to fpeak of this that you have heard,

Swear by my Sword.

Ghost. Swear.

(faft?

Ham. Well faid, old Mole, can'st work i'th Ground fo

A worthy Pioneer, once more remove, good Friend.

Hor. Oh Day and Night! but this is wondrous strange.

Ham. And therefore as a Stranger bid it welcome.

There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio,

Than

Than are dreamt of in our Philosophy. But come,
Here as before, never so help you Mercy,
How strange or odd so e'er. I bear my felf,
As I perchance hereafter shall think meet
To put an Antick disposition on,
That you at such time seeing me, never shall
With Arms encumbred thus, or thus, head shake;
Or by pronouncing of some doubtful Phrase;
As well---- we know ---- or, we could, and if we would ----
Or, if we lift to speak---- or, there be and if there might -----
Or fuch ambiguous giving out to note,

That you know ought of me; this not to do,

So Grace and Mercy at your most need help you,

Swear.

Ghoft. Swear.

Ham. Reft, reft, perturbed Spirit; fo, Gentlemen,
With all my Love I do commend me to you;
And what so poor a Man as Hamlet is,
May do t'express his Love and Friending to you,
God willing shall not lack; let us go in together,
And still your Fingers on your Lips I pray.
The time is out of Joint; Oh cursed Spight,
That ever I was born to fet it right.

Nay, come, let's go together.

:

[Exeunt.

ACT II. SCENE I.

SCENE An Apartment in Polonius's House.

Pol.

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Enter Polonius, and Reynoldo.

Ive him his Mony, and those Notes, Reynoldo.
Rey. I will, my Lord.

Pol. You shall do marvellous wisely, good Reynoldo.

Before you visit him, make you Inquiry.
Of his Behaviour.

Rey. My Lord, I did intend it.

Pol. Marry, well faid;

Very well faid. Look you, Sir,

Enquire me first what Danskers are in Paris;
And how, and who, what means, and where they keep,

What

What Company, what Expence, and finding
By this encompassment and drift of Question,
That they do know my Son; come you more near,
Then your particular Demands will touch it,
Take you, as 'twere some distant Knowledge of him,
As thus ---- I know his Father and his Friends,
And in part him

....

Do you mark this, Reynoldo?

Rey. Ay, very well, my Lord.
Pol. And in part him ---- but you may say ---- not well;

But if't be he I mean, he's very wild;
Addicted so and fo and there put on him
What Forgeries you please; marry, none so rank,
As may dishonour him; take heed of that;
But, Sir, such wanton, wild, and usual flips,
As are Companions noted and most known
To Youth and Liberty.

Rey. As Gaming, my Lord

Pol. Ay, or Drinking, Fencing, Swearing,
Quarrelling, Drabbing - You may go fo far.
Rey. My Lord, that would dishonour him.
Pol. Faith no, as you may season it in the Charge;

You must not put another scandal on him,

That he is open to Incontinency,

That's not my meaning; but breath his Faults so quaintly,

That they may seem the Taints of Liberty;

The Flash and out-break of a fiery Mind,

A favageness in unreclaimed Blood

Of general Affault.

Rey. But, my good Lord.

Pol. Wherefore should you do this? Rey. Ay, my Lord, I would know that. Pol. Marry, Sir, here's my drift, And I believe it is a fetch of Warrant. You laying these slight fullies on my Son, As 'twere a thing a little foil'd i'th' working, Mark you your party in converse; him you would found, Having ever feen, in the prenominate Crimes, The youth you breath of, Guilty, be assur'd He closes with you in this Consequence; Good Sir, or fo, or Friend, or Gentleman, According to the Phrafe and the Addition, Of Man and Country.

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Rey.

Rey. Very good, my Lord.

Pol. And then, Sir, do's he this ?

He do's

- what was I about to say?

I was about to fay nothing; where did I leave ? ----
Rey. At closes in the Consequence :

At Friend, or so, and Gentleman.

Pol. At closes in the Consequence - Ay marry,
He closes with you thus. I know the Gentleman,
I faw him yesterday, or t'other day,

Or then, or then, with such and such, and as you say,
There was he gaming, there b'ertook in's Rowse,
There falling out at Tennis; or perchance,
I faw him enter fuch a House of Sale,

Videlicet, a Brothel, or fo forth - See you now;
Your bait of Falshood, takes this Carp of Truth;
And thus do we of Wisdom and of Reach,
With Windlaces, and with assays of Byas,
By Indirections find Directions out:
So by my former Lecture and Advice
Shall you my Son; you have me, have you not ?

Rey. My Lord, I have.

Pol. God b'w' you; fare you well.

Rey. Good my Lord

Pol. Observe his Inclination in your felf.

Rey. I shall, my Lord.

Pol. And let him ply his Mufick.

Rey. Well, my Lord.

Pol. Farewel.

Enter Ophelia.

How now, Ophelia, what's the matter?

Oph. Alas, my Lord, I have been so affrighted.
Pol. With what, in the Name of Heav'n ?

Oph. My Lord, as I was sowing in my Chamber,

Lord Hamlet with his Doublet all unbrac'd,
No Hat upon his Head, his Stockings foul'd,
Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his Ancle,
Pale as his Shirt, his Knees knocking each other,
And with a look so piteous in Purport,
As if he had been losed out of Hell,

To fpeak of Horrors; he comes before me.
Pol. Mad for thy Love?

[Exit.

Oph